How does your OC feel about dragons?
Sora loves them. He thinks they’re epic.
Author: cheshireinunderland08
Which OC would you totally kiss?
Hmm…if it’s a male OC, Destan. If it’s a female OC, either Lyla or Nenet.
do you ever just
do you ever not?
No one knows this feeling about me than @coeurlfist
First of all, how dare you, @millie-likes-art?
Second of all, you have a point
You’re guilty, admit it.
*whistles innocently* Maybe i am, maybe i’m not
I am
Who’s your OC’s greatest ally?
Díograsach is both Maeve’s greatest ally and her greatest enemy, if that makes sense?
Like, she doesn’t really have any true enemies that are still alive and
Díograsach causes most of the problems that befall her shop, whether intentionally or inadvertently, but he’s always there to help fix it, even if he does moan about it.
If your OC was in a villainous Pokémon team, which team would it be?
Haruka would probably be on Team Plasma
do you ever just
do you ever not?
No one knows this feeling about me than @coeurlfist
First of all, how dare you, @millie-likes-art?
Second of all, you have a point
Iro Hana Headcanons
- Because of the fact Grant replaced all the coffee with decaff and she absolutely cant stand that, Iro took to drinking tea and found that she likes it more than coffee. She still likes coffee though.
- Iro finds all jokes hilarious in someway. Dad jokes? She’ll snort even though she doesn’t want to. Puns? She loves them. Iro just loves all kinds of jokes.
- It wasn’t that she hated Grant when she first met him, it was the fact he was so…caring? Is that the word? I’m going with that so it doesn’t matter. It was the fact he was so caring combined with the fact she wasn’t used to something like that which to her lashing out and turning her back and running away. She’d probably still act like she hated him because that’s just how she is, but secretly she does care about him a lot.
She almost cares about him like he’s her dad but she ain’t saying anything.
A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 4)
When you’re shopping for groceries, the last thing you expect to see is a piece of paper appear in a floating ball of hell fire. Unless your name is Maeve, apparently.
With an aggravated sigh of long suffering, the faerie plucked the paper from the air, dusted off the ash and looked at what her roommate had written.
‘Dear Maeve,
The silverware is alive! It tried to attack me! I have barricaded myself in the storage cupboard! Also, the figurines have come alive and are rebelling because they want equality or something. Send help!
Your demon roommate,
Diograsach’
“What has that idiot gone and done this time?” Maeve muttered to herself rhetorically, looking at the store in front of her. She sighed and turned on her heel, knowing that she would never hear the end of it if she didn’t get back there soon.
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